A couple years ago, the year of my daughter’s first Christmas, I became aware of the tradition of the elf on the shelf. Although the idea seemed rather goofy, I really appreciated the fun that could be had with having something hiding around the house each day leading up to Christmas that she would be excited to find. Finally, this year, late in the night on December 1st eve, I realized that I still hadn’t purchased one of these little buggers and ran out to get one so I could finally introduce my children to this fun tradition.
So, early on the morning of the first, as my two adorable children came running up the stairs into my bedroom, I pulled out the brand new book detailing the specifics of the elf on the shelf tradition, and we read through it. The boy obviously didn’t get too much out of it, but my daughter thought it was fun. She asked questions, but. . . in her mind, it was still a book.
As we made our way downstairs, preparing to leave the house, she suddenly became aware (with a minor amount of help from her parents) of this dude pictured here. Magic gleamed in her eyes as she suddenly realized that what she had read about was true.
It took a bit of work, but I finally got her to understand the need to name the elf (as outlined in the book). She picked something similar to one of the names offered as an option in the book. They said Fisbee. . . she chose Frisbee.
Anyways, this tradition has been a fun one for the past month. The boy has quickly latched onto the whole thing, making saying hello and goodbye to Frisbee of highest importance every time he sees him. However, I’m finding it more and more difficult to find wonderful new locations for the elf to hide. I have to keep him up high, since, although my daughter is deathly afraid of touching him since he’ll lose his magic and not be able to go back to the North Pole (outlined in the book), my son would have no such fears. And my daughter is getting waaay too good at locating him almost immediately, seeing as she has a pretty good concept of where to look first, considering the height issue.
One the one hand. . . there’s only a few more days until Christmas, so I don’t have to do too many more hiding placed. On the other. . . the kids are going to be at the house all day for the rest of these days leading up until then, which means I have a wonderful opportunity to keep them busy hunting for the fellow for long periods of time.
And then he goes away. . . something my daughter is already quite sad about. Of course, she’ll be too busy playing with her new Easy Bake oven to care about much else, methinks. (isn’t it awesome that Easy Bake is still a thing?)
One last thing before I go for the day. Today my daughter noted something about this ever-present elf. “Frisbee’s always smiling.” That realization made her happy. I guess she likes to know that Santa’s helpers are in a good mood whilst they waste away their days checking to see if kids should be on the naughty or nice list.
By the way. . . did I mention how creepy the whole Elf on the Shelf thing really is?